Monday, July 17, 2017

The Dark One is on the rampage, a demonic beast is on the prowl. He stalks two boys across two continents unintentionally playing a game of “cat and mouse". A HEAVENLY INTERCEPTION BY EDDIE GEORGONICAS

The Dark One is on the rampage,
a demonic beast is on the prowl.He stalks two boys across two continents unintentionally playing a
game of “cat and mouse". But of utmost significance is his need to move
around the Earth incognito. And what better way than to rid a human shell of
its soul and then “step in” to take it over. The boys will be forced into
defending their lives as well as the lives of those innocent souls that are
with them. The final showdown is behind the closed doors of the famous Gothic
Church located in the city of Cologne, Germany. It is here where Angelic Intention,
Hellish influence, Earthly friendships, a psychic medium and an innocent German
family all link together for one last time.

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EXCERPT

The Devil sat on his rock
of solitude, the throne to the kingdom of evil. Lucifer was grand in presence
and his rocky throne was fitting to this grandeur.

The seat stood high and
tall. Carved with engravings and scriptures of evil, it above all reminded the
occupants of Hell that there would be vengeance on Heaven.

This was the place where
the Devil pondered, plotted or devised his cunning plans. Plans to steal a
soul, a plan to convert an Angel, attack Heaven or wage wrongfulness on
mankind.

His hair was long and wavy
and blood red in color. Protruding from his front hairline were two horns, six
inches in length with a slight bend in the middle. These jutted out from his
forehead and curved upward toward the sky, bony and slightly tapered on the
ends.

The beast had a sharp jaw
line and button nose. Many may have considered his face to be pleasantly
handsome. He was once an angelic being, but any remaining good looks had been
spoiled by the glaring pupil-less white eyes and his yellowy, red skin.

It was a skin that changed
in tone as if there was a fire burning deep within his soul. There were signs
of yellows and reds, which readily interchanged with one another. Fiery
patterns danced around the skin of his face, arms, legs and torso. A body which
was toned and muscle bound much like an Olympian athlete, somewhere between a
heavy weight boxer and professional swimmer.

The colors could change as
quickly as if a TV channel had been flipped or twirl around as slowly as a
turtle's pace. One thing was certain: the texture of his skin was never still
and always flowed with movement.

The back part of him was
equally as impressive. His one feature stood out for all to see. It was unique
amongst all the creatures that walked the land of Hades. Others had them but
not like his.

A set of large, leathery, bat like wings
displayed his sovereignty. A ruler of all things evil. They were far bigger and
brighter than any other beast that roamed the land of fire and brimstone.

The wings had a layered color and, unlike his
torso, the colors were fixed in place.

The base of the wings was the strongest of
yellows and this carried all the way through to the midsection of the wing. At
this point, the tone changed to a mixture of fiery red with sun-like yellow.
The color transition only went for a few inches. A small band ran the width of
both of the wings. And then the upper half of his wings were as bright and as
red as fire. It carried on until the upper tip, where the wing was singed and
burnt to a charcoal black. This impressive array of colors made for a majestic
set of wings.

When they were fully
stretched, one never doubted the sovereignty of the demonic Lord.

This was central Hell, the
valley in which Lucifer and his band of dark angels and demons took refuge.
This location was deep into the valley of sulfur and brimstone: a place far,
far away from the light of God and all things heavenly.

The giant Ocean of Fire
washed before the rocky throne. And like many oceans whose waves crash upon the
shoreline, so too did the fires of this flaming ocean. Rolling in one after the
other, the flames crashed into the ground and then retreated back to their
massive origin. Time and again, the fire rolled in with a mighty crackle and
retreated almost silently. The radiant yellowy red light it emitted was warm
and carried itself for lengthy distances. It wasn't bright; more so, it had a
way of penetrating its way through the dark.

Its gentle glow often served as a type of
homing beacon for retreating demons after a heavenly encounter. It was just as
useful for any heavenly intruder who contemplated the enormous journey from the
Heavens. Such a journey would have them cross a line called the Transitional
Border, the place where one was instantly shifted from a place of heavenly
light into the darkness of Hell.

At that point, one looked
for the flickering glow in the distance. This was the giant Ocean of Fire.
Visitors crossing the Transitional Border into Hell quickly came to realize two
things. Firstly, Hell's headquarters made for quite a journey and secondly, the
Ocean of Fire and its gentle glow would point the way.